Your statement is solemn. A hint of dejection shines through, and you sigh. You know that there is no time to regret this, as she motions for you to kneel down. Was it just you, or was there a hint of sadness in her eyes? Still, she does not hesitate in picking up the ornate blade. She does not look in your eyes, or perhaps she cannot, as she plunges the knife deep into your throat. The blade does not hurt, and you hardly notice as your senses begin to fade. Was this the right choice? You don't have the time to mull it over. Well, at least you got what you came for.